But the oddest thing about them was that instead of lips, they each had a nipple right where their mouths should be. They were the prettiest, pinkest nipples I’d ever seen.

“Oi, dickhead!” one of them shouted. Since there was no mouth, I wasn’t entirely sure, but I thought it was the darker one. If I peered closely enough, the nipple on her face seemed to throb in time to the words.

“Quit perving on her areola, you tosser!” another voice snarked. My eyes darted to the red-haired one. Yes! Her nipple was definitely pulsing. “And listen up. You’re running out of time!”

I blinked, trying to break eye contact with the jiggling nips. “I’m … what?”

The black-skinned one rolled her eyes, and her nipple mouth started vibrating. “He’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, Ginger. You gotta spell it out for him.” Her eyes found mine again. I tried desperately not to let my gaze drop to the oddly tantalising nipple-mouth.

“If you finish what you’re planning with your little mouse, you’re gonna regret it.”

I flinched backwards, that all too familiar churning sensation cramping my gut.

“I … I don’t think you⁠—”

“Oh, we understand, poppet! We get it better than you could possibly imagine!” the redhead cooed condescendingly. “You’ve gotta save Hell, gotta keep those demons working! Except … do you?”

I snorted. “Of course I do! This is to be my kingdom! I cannot watch my subjects starve!”

“Well … do it with someone else,” the dark one interjected. “Leave your little mouse alone. If you break her soul … you’re not going to like the consequences …”

I frowned. “Are you threatening me?” I asked incredulously. “Are you … a floating, nipple-mouthed face, trying to scare me away from my plans?”

The redhead—Ginger, I thought the other had called her—let out an awful, squawking cackle that made her mouth-nipple quiver wildly. “Oh, you sweet summer child … we’re trying to help you!”

“Win the battle for her soul … and lose something precious in turn …” the dark one added cryptically. Something jolted in my chest, and I opened my mouth to demand they explain themselves, but they were fading … until all that was left were two perfect, pink nipples, pointing accusingly at me.

* * *

I woke with a start, sweat pooling in all my crevices and an inconvenient erection tenting my sheet.

I groaned, rubbing at my temples. I had no idea how long I’d slept, but I was ravenously hungry, having skipped dinner the previous evening.

“Go away. You’re nothing but trouble,” I muttered at my straining cock, clambering out of my bed and staggering over to the wall spout. Hot, mildly sulfuric water coursed over my face, and I scrubbed viciously.